Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

To all my fans, y'all in health
tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad conditioning
Which I create, cause that's my
So, close to what we say
Because this type of fag claims to be gay

I knew you was jealous the day that I met you
I you, 'cause I get respect I pet you
(Boy)
I'm liked better by your niece and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you Fred because Lethal left you

Pecker wood mad his record went wood
No, respect in the hood, fled to his of the woods
Got in with his roots, found the redneck in his blood
And said, "Heck, country western rap are good"

So he picks the up and he strums a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he to do both
(Ha, ha)
Puts an out and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Bizkit come from out of nowhere

the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year
No one's to hear some fuckin' old fart in a chair
Sittin' on stage, strummin' acoustic guitar in ear
So, you start to get scared, sit back and spark an

Figure you can diss me to start your career
I punch you in your fuckin' 'til your heart kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck your underground nameless crew
Like I'ma say names so they can be famous too

You just a quitter, and you 'cause I came along
And the of house of pain are gone
And if you talk about my little girl in a again
I'ma you
(I'ma you)

You just a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came
And the days of of Pain are gone
And if you talk about my little girl in a again
kill you
(I'ma you)

Yo heart attack to stroke from the you smoke
To the rap you wrote, fuckin' answer back's a joke
And I'ma tell motherfucking fans the truth
The reason why you dissed me and I answered you

You said I you in a lobby and I glanced at you
I ain't notice you? Bitch, I had a show to do!
Like I'm to be star-struck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin' mouth you oh-for-two

Back in ninety-four Limp opened the for you
Rocked the crowd and stole the whole show from you
Took your DJ and stole him too
So, you in a slump and get all emotional

So, now you sing and mix slang with and pluck strings
as fuck cause now your music sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get in rap
Quicker but never last, and is a

Aight listen so is what we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you see Everlast, whoop his ass
Hit him sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him
Kick him, on him, treat him like a hoe, bitch-slap him

Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for
Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid
Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, it
He's a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's

Shit in five years we'll all be eating at
And he'll be bussin' tables in bitch
the toilets
Aiyyo fuck this, cut this off

Aiyyo Head, that's why I fucked mother you fat motherfucker!

Hit 'Em Up
Whitey! Hahaha
Kill Whitey! Detroit! What?
Whitey! Yo, yo
Kill Whitey! Haha!

First off, fuck songs and the shit you say
Diss my wife, but at I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a Muslim but you Irish
So fuck you fat boy, the mic, let's fight

Plus I punch you in the chest, weak I rip
Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass dickhead
I keep 'em coming you running out of breath
Steady while I'm punching at your chest, you need to rest

Dilated, go ask people how I leave ya
With your three CD's, sees, when they released
Evidence, don't fuck with real MC's
Who ain't ready for no beef, so fuck geeks

I let you faggots know on for life
But Everlast might die tonight,
Fat boy murdered on wax and
Fuck with me and a heart pill, you know!

Grab 380's when you see Slim
Call the doctor to heal your
They you back to life at the clinic
But you 'bout to get any minute
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo check out
You faggots even on my level
I'ma let ride on you bitch-made ass faggots!

Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Whitey Ford's heart just
Eminem shocked him back, he had heart attack
Whitey getting his ass floored for talkin back

Little Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are
At own restaraunt, while I'm servin ya
Drop and stomp your heart 'til it stops
Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass while watch

Ha ha, now we got the whole making fun of you Erik
Where's your House of Pain now? There's one of you Erik
You a petty coward, you ready to steady go a round
With some killers from 7 to the motherfucking Belle Isle Bridge

Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna me still
ain't no freestyle battle everlast getting' killed with his chest open
Tryin' to throw a fuckin' punch, but you chokin'
Havin' a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a

'Cause you suck you should learn to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you packing pistols but it's to me
You ain't never in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a killer whale

On his way to prison, pistol whipping tail, ha
Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby that
That was obvious you probably was gay, ha
Now it's all about country, you gave up

Forty-nine thousand copies, the week shit drop
my sales making records break
Two and a half scanned by the second week
I hit 'em up!

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets tear you in
the music, we got an Uzi for all you fags
Get the out of our stereo, dilated you violated
Now you to get annihilated, we gon' bury you
get choked up and yoked up
All you bitches get your throats cut

the fuck? Is you stupid?
I choke Whitey Ford his fuckin' guitar cord
And him in cardboard, chopped up in a box
With sixteen parts, I stomped on his

D-12, Amityville, your mother while you watch
your restaurant locked and block your door
'Cause we hit 'em up like motherfucking' Shakur
You a, "Black Jesus," heart seizures

Too many cheeseburgers Big Mac greases
devil, washed up honkey
Mixed up cracker who over to country
Yo, aiyyo cut this off

Fuck him, it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done, that's it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I
I believe in kicking a man while he's down goddamn, I quit
my daughter's name in a song again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo